What's the worst job, ever?

Nothing makes you appreciate your job more than thinking about what you could be doing instead. I was listening to a radio talk show the other day about the worst jobs you can have. One caller talked about scraping and painting a leaky above-ground sewage tank in high summer, which is pretty bad, but most were run-of-the-mill yuck jobs like restaurant dishwasher (mine was a summer spent insulating houses—the fiberglass gets into your skin, itches unbearably, and doesn't come off in the shower. Plus, the things that live in crawlspaces, well, I won't go there. Ever again.) But even my worst job doesn't compare to Guillemot egg-collector, or wattle-and-daub applier, which were not-so-popular jobs even back in Roman times. But someone had to do it.